| She breaks through your conscience into the night
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| A cold wind blows out the candles
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| Cos she just can’t stand the light
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| Her poison pen is poised to paint you
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| With wicked words and lies
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| The barbs of vitriol surround you
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| And there’s hatred in her eyes
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| Demon, in the mirror — living out your lies
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| Demon, in the mirror — right before your eyes
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| She’s just a grim reflection of all your wicked sin
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| But the chilling feel of lies made real
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| And so the hype begins
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| She preys on fears with vengeful fury
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| She’ll rip your life apart
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| You’re guilty, she’s the judge and jury
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| And her words cut through your heart
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| Demon, in the mirror — living out your lies
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| Demon, in the mirror — right before your eyes
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| Demon, in the mirror — watching all your moves
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| Demon, in the mirror — you face the final truth
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| There’s something strange behind your eyes
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| Your alter ego’s tellin' lies
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| But now you heed the voice’s call
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| And so our hero takes a fall…
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| Demon, in the mirror — living out your lies
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| Demon, in the mirror — right before your eyes
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| Demon, in the mirror — watching all your moves
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| Demon, in the mirror — you face the final truth
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| Demon, yeah! |